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By the time the vehicle had pulled up in front of her; the tears were already streaming down her cheeks. Before she could get the door, Spencer sprinted across the road to the passenger’s side to open the door for her.

  “Please don’t cry. Your son will be okay,” he urged Lizzy as he drove off.

  Lizzy couldn’t help herself. She could not stop the tears. The guilt she felt was too much. “You don’t understand Dr. Spencer; I can’t even begin to tell you how guilty I feel right now,” she sobbed.

  “You can call me Spencer. And whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not your fault, accidents happen all the time.”

  “No I’m a bad mother. I chose to let him stay over at his friend’s house, even though I knew that there were no adults around.”

  “What do you mean?” Spencer became serious, as he focused on the road ahead.

  “Well my son wanted to go over to his friend’s house tonight, but the only person who was there to supervise the boys, was his friend’s teenage sister. I had a bad feeling about it in the back of my mind; I knew something bad would happen…I just knew it!” Lizzy said as she buried her face in her hands and cried softly.

  The hospital came in full view and Spence dropped her off at the front door, while he went to park his car.

  “How could you let this happen Chloe?” Lizzy’s voice was filled with hurt and rage. She didn’t want excuses, she just wanted the truth. No, more than that, she wanted this incident to have never happened.

  The teenager standing before her looked terrified, unsure of what she could say to pacify Lizzy. The wild blue and red highlights in her golden brown hair, was just one of the all so painful reminders, of just how carefree she was. Did she intend to put anyone’s child in danger? No. But the fall had happened so fast, so suddenly. By the time Chloe had gotten to the door, Nathan had already tumbled down the flight of stairs. His hysterical cries let her know that something was wrong.

  “One minute they were on their skateboards playing around outside the apartment, next thing I know they’re fighting and pushing each other down the stairs,” she began telling Lizzy.

  Lizzy’s eyes drifted to her son’s friend who sat in the lobby of the local hospital. It was obvious that guilt and remorse lingered on his face. She decided to talk to her son’s friend instead, thinking that perhaps he could explain why they’d been fighting.

  Just as she closed in on him, a young female doctor walked to them with her son Nathan at her side. Lizzy stopped in her tracks and focused her attention on her son. “Oh honey, what happened?” she said as she rushed to embrace him. Her embrace was a delicate one, she was careful not to hurt his injured arm.

  She stepped back, taking a look at the white sling that held his right arm into position. “Does it hurt honey?”

  “Uh uh, not anymore.” Nathan shook his head to confirm his answer.

  With the doctor still present, Lizzy seized the opportunity to find out about her son’s injuries. The doctor was very polite and answered all of her questions, much to Lizzy’s relief.

  “How’s he doing? Is it serious?” the voice came from behind. Spencer was walking to her, with his key in one hand and phone in the other. He had a genuinely concerned look on his face as he approached them with long steady strides.

  “You must be Nathan’s father?” the doctor extended her hand out to greet him.

  The awkward silence spoke volumes and immediately the woman wearing the white jacket, realized her mistake. “Oh I’m terribly sorry for implying...” before she could finish her apology, Spencer interrupted politely.

  “A family friend,” he informed her, giving Lizzy a side smile.

  Another young lady walked up to Lizzy with a clipboard in hand. “Excuse me can you come with me for a few minutes. We need your insurance information.”

  A doleful expression swept across her face as she followed the young woman. The truth was Lizzy had no medical insurance and would have to cover the cost of her son’s hospital bill on her own. As she got to the counter, she started a discussion with the clerk to try and get a monthly payment arrangement made to cover the bill.

  From a distance Spencer could hear the back and forth between Lizzy and the clerk. He could hear Lizzy explaining the highest payment she could afford and the billing clerk telling her it was too low. Felling a sense of compassion for Lizzy’s plight Spencer made a split second decision to help her out. He surmised he could afford it, since he had a large amount of money saved up from working during the summers at his family’s business. His father had paid him extremely well, in an attempt to entice Spencer to come run the business when he graduated.

  “I’ll take care of it,” Spencer said as he walked up to the counter, like a knight in shining armor.

  She could hardly believe her ears. This was a man who barely knew her yet here he was helping her out in a time of need. He didn’t complain, he didn’t once wince when they handed him the medical bill with an itemized list of all the fees.

  He remained with Lizzy waiting for her to fill out all the necessary information while he cleared up the bill with one full payment. The entire discharge process took almost 20 minutes. The most shocking part of it all was that Spencer did not treat her as just one of his students; he treated her as if she were his good friend.

  “I can’t thank you enough,” the tears that now ran down her checks were that of a very grateful mother. Lizzy could not quite understand why it was that he helped her out, but she was thankful that he had.

  Although she was still very upset over the whole situation with Nathan, she was moved by Spencer’s caring attitude. Perhaps he too was a parent. She’d never heard him speak of his child or children before; but nonetheless she assumed that he was able to empathize with her because of his paternal instincts.

  The good rapport between Spencer and her son seemed to confirm her suspicion about him being a father. The two spent the entire ride to her apartment chatting about several things: from bikes, to skate boards, to sports and even video games. Who would think that an accomplished man like Dr. Spencer spent some of his free time, playing “World of Warcraft”?

  After a while the conversation died out and there was silence in the vehicle. They were both so quiet? Lizzy looked to the back seat, only to find her son slouched in a deep sleep. One of the side effects of the pain killers no less. Knowing Nathan well, she suspected that he’d been warding off the drowsiness by talking to Spencer.

  In that moment, Lizzy wished she’d been able to find a good man, a positive male figure for her son. Her greatest fear was that the lack of having a father in his life was making her son lash out and become aggressive toward others. He was no longer the little baby she’d held in her arms all those years ago, he was beginning to grow into a man. She remembered the doctor telling her that Nathan had admitted to starting the fight with his friend. The doctor had even went further to say that her son showed signs of poor anger management skills. This was definitely something she would have to discuss with him and try to help him work it out. A repeat of this incident was not something she wanted.

  Spencer pulled up alongside the apartment building where Lizzy lived. He’d never been to this part of New York, Lizzy was sure. She did appreciate that he didn’t say anything offensive.

  As they stepped out of the vehicle she was somewhat relieved to finally be home. Spencer offered to carry her son upstairs to the apartment for her. A little envious feeling crept over Lizzy as she secretly wished that it was her in his arms. Pushing the untimely thought to the back of her mind, she tried to remind herself that her son had just come home from the hospital and he had to be her only focus.

  “This way,” Lizzy said as she led Spencer down the narrow hallway in the small apartment, to the room that her son shared with his sister Molly. Tonight Molly’s bed was empty, her neighbor Mrs. Lewis had offered to let Molly stay with her for the night after learning of the accident.

  Lizzy directed Spencer to her son’s bed and watched as he carefully
placed him in bed, and tucking the sheets beneath the young boy’s body.

  “Can I get you something to drink, juice, water, tea?” Lizzy asked with an eager expression on her face. She was very grateful to Spencer for going out of his way to help her.

  Spencer shot her a pensive look, as if he were trying to decide whether he should accept her offer. “Well maybe some water would be fine.”

  “Sure, be back in a minute,” Lizzy left him briefly, and returned shortly with a glass of water in one hand.

  Closing Nathan’s bedroom door softly, Lizzy and Spencer moved into the quaint little living room, chatting as they walked. As they spoke, the desire to ask him about his family grew and she finally asked. Much to her surprise, Spencer informed her that he didn’t have any children. He went on further to say that he adored them, but never met someone he was ready to build a family with.

  “Maybe, I’ll just adopt your son,” he teased.

  “Oh he’s quite a handful, you may end up regretting that decision,” she laughed hard.

  “He seems like a good kid,” Spencer said as took a sip of water, then bringing his gaze back up to meet hers.

  As they made themselves comfortable on the couch, Lizzy edged closer to Spencer. She was doing her best not to give away how much she was enjoying his company. The scent of familiar cologne filled the air like invisible smoke and it was driving Lizzy wild inside. With a subtle deep breath she inhaled and relived their first encounter.

  Chapter Seven

  Take Me

  After chatting for what seemed like hours, their night winded down with much deliberation from both of them. Then it happened. Just as Lizzy stood to her feet, Spencer did the same and without warning they bumped into each other.

  Lizzy’s heart thudded and time stopped as she brought her gaze up slowly to meet his unwavering stare. He towered over her, like a knight standing proud and tall over the battle field. He had a warmth that made her feel safe, secure, and moreover aroused. His baby blue eyes were as luminous as the reflection of sunlight on tranquil water.

  “Lizzy,” he said softly. His voice was strained, as if he were fighting a battle within. As he spoke her name, he gently stroked the side of her chin with the back of his slightly fisted hand.

  A sudden shiver ran through her entire being, crashing down at the core of her womanhood. She purred against his touch, desperate to feel more of his sweet caresses. “I want this,” Lizzy whispered, elevating her body to the tip of her toes so that she could meet his lips. His lips were soft and tender, just as she’d imagined they would be. She could feel his heart thumping hard as she demanded his kisses.

  Spencer’s body tensed against hers as she captured his lips, her tongue desperately in search of his. The urgency and passion on her breathe was like a driven force of nature – her body needed him. A delicious chill shot through Lizzy, motivating her to kiss him with more earnest. Her soul wanted this, it needed this and she was fully embracing it. Slowly Spencer gave in completely, his fingers weaving through her silken hair as he pulled her in harder against him, indulging in her sweetness.

  His primal urges now controlled his every move; this was the woman he’d been fantasizing about for some time and he wanted to give in to his every desire. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to fully enjoy the feel of this tantalizing moment.

  Her breath almost hitched in her throat, as their bodies’ tumbled down to the softness of the fluffy beige couch. With locked lips, they continued to ride the waves of their passion. Lizzy positioned herself beneath him, allowing his body to almost eclipse hers as they devoured each other with a stream of hot wet kisses.

  As their tongues wrestled in sweet succulent bliss, Lizzy found herself wanting much more of Spencer. The sensations coursing through her veins made her hopelessly long to feel him in the most intimate of ways. Every nerve in her now overly sensitive body jolted with excitement as they slowly crested the summit of their ecstasy.

  Giving into her desires, she allowed her fingers to roam down his torso until she found the bulge in his pants. Lizzy swiftly unzipped the zipper, slipping one hand in to feel his throbbing manhood. His cock came alive as she slowly removed it from his pants. His shaft pulsated to her touch, as she stroked him in firm fluid motions.

  Like a volcano her juices boiled over. The pleasure from their kisses, coupled with his encouraging responses to her strokes, was the most delicious feeling in the world.

  Lizzy could feel him sluggishly ending their kisses and she feared that perhaps he would end it all. But he didn’t, instead he nipped at her lower lip seductively, as his fingers played with the buttons of her blouse. She couldn’t tell if he was seeking her permission to proceed or if this all part of the foreplay. So she gave him a little boost, and used her fingers to help him unbutton her blouse.

  As her buttons came loose one by one, his eyes grew warmer and warmer, anticipation lurking upon his features. A cheesy grin touched his lips, as her red lace bra came into sight. Her barely clad cleavage looked perfect and by the look on his face, he seemed delighted by what he saw. A soft sigh escaped her lips as Spencer wrapped his arms around her to unlatch her bra, freeing her breasts from the restrains of the lace fabric.

  Her breasts sprung free in full glory, ready to be teased and caressed by his soft touch. A bout of pleasure rushed through her as he cupped her right breast in the palm of his hand, slowly bringing his lips to her. She cringed inwardly as his tongue lightly swept across her hardened peaks, fueling her raging desire.

  She squirmed under the feel of his tongue, her fingers digging into the soft cushion for support. The sensations gripping her were almost forgotten, it had been a long time since she’d felt the sweet caresses of a man. Closing her eyes, Lizzy floated in the sea of pleasure as it washed over her inner being.

  “Oh God, Spencer,” slurred in manner, the words left her lips like an intoxicated drunk. His lips moved her nipples feverishly as he sucked and licked them like a hungry beast. His breath was sharp and heavy, filled with intense passion and desire. Focusing on one nipple with his tongue, he massaged the other between his thumb and index finger, rolling it into a swollen nub.

  The fluttering in her stomach grew as his lips clung to one breast and his fingers moved slowly down to the dampness between her legs. Her pussy clenched as he found her core, he began stroking her flesh lightly with great care. His finger glistened with her sweet nectar as he worked his way from her throbbing clitoris, to her slit; then thrusting his middle finger into her wetness.

  Lizzy parted her legs further, allowing him better access into her temple of delight. His fingers stroked her insides gently at first, caressing her as he went along. Gradually his thrust became more rapid with urgency, plunging deep into her warm needy core. Her body quivered from his strong thrusts. The way he moved his fingers while deep within her did something magical to her. Her moans became course and raspy as she heaved her pelvis to meet his fingers.

  Wave after wave of pleasure came crashing down between her thighs as she became a prisoner in an ocean of desires. Her legs jerked carelessly as he slowly inserted another finger into her moist heat, his lips beckoning her to give in to her climax.

  “Ah! Ah! Ah!” she said. She’d been holding back and he could tell. Lizzy moaned and cried out his name, as he continued to serve her with a series of delicately hard thrusts. Tiny spasms rocked through her pussy, as her juices oozed out like honey. It felt so good, so delicious, and so rapturous, she didn’t want him to stop.

  Arching her back against the cushion, she finally lost all control. With one final thrust, Spencer entered her slit with his fingers, lingering within her as he stroked her inner walls.

  “Oh Spencer! Spencer! God - Spencer!” Each one of her cries was louder than the last. Her legs trembling, as the milk from her pussy dripped down his fingers. Her orgasm had ripped through her body uncontrollably.

  Spencer pulled away momentarily, unbuttoning his shirt and revealing his toned muscular c
hest to Lizzy’s curious eyes. She carefully scurried his body, taking in the contours of his perfectly shaped chest and hardened stomach. He must work out a lot, she thought to herself, pulling her body up to meet his. As she sat upright, their gazes met, and like magic, the need to feel him within her grew again.

  Slowly she brought her fingers to his chest, running them along his rugged flesh. As she did, his muscles seemed to flex under her touch. A saucy smile formed in the corner of her mouth, upon the realization that it was now her turn to pleasure him. Gliding her hand down to his protruding member, she wrapped her fingers around him gently. He groaned in a low husky voice, thrusting his shaft into the embrace of her grip. “My God, that feels so good,” he grimaced.

  Jumping to her feet suddenly, Lizzy then dropped to her knees before him. He positioned himself on the couch, his legs spread wide to accommodate her. Her hands encircled the base of his shaft as she greeted his raw flesh with her tongue.

  He moaned loudly, and his body became tense as she took him in. His cock throbbed in her mouth as she started to suck him vigorously, moving her tongue along his full length. Lizzy released him slowly, shifting her focus to the firmly rounded head of his shaft. With delicateness, she encircled the perimeter of his head with her tongue.

  As she caressed him, his groans grew deeper and his fingers locked into her hair with brute force. Lizzy soon found the two sensitive globes hanging beneath his shaft. She began massaging them with one hand, while she lapped at his cock. Tiny dollops of his wetness met her tongue as he thrashed his groin upwards, thrusting his shaft into her warm inviting lips.

  Suddenly he stopped; withdrawing his throbbing member from her mouth; his hands then helped her to her feet. Lizzy did not hesitate; she straddled him and brushed her wetness against the head of his shaft, before gently sitting down on it. His cock breeched her entrance, like a sharp spear piercing through her flesh. The muscles of her core clenched around his manhood, embracing it gradually as she sank her body further down upon him.